Monthly Archives: September 2014

Velda, sits each afternoon on her large, shaded porch, holding court with a cold glass of sweet tea, two cats at her feet, and a random bird on her shoulder. Velda dresses in pieces of silk and lace scraps, woven with … Continue reading →

Dolores, full of salacious escapades, of which she’ll happily share with anyone over a glass of chilled vodka. She runs from the passing of time with bright red hair and all shades of eye shadow. Garish is not a word … Continue reading →